We're getting older
We'll soon call a mortician
And give directions
To reach our last destinations.

And they'll shed a tear
Vewing our biers
When we get buried.

When we're at rest
Lying in our coffins so gleaming
Loved ones will murmur
We look asleep as if we are dreaming.

They'll come from miles
With tragic smiles
When we get buried.

And, oy ( coffins so gleaming ) look like we're dreaming ( sighing and weeping )
And, darling, it will be so tasteful ( tasteful but grand )
( they'll shed a tear ) viewing our bier ( we're outta here )
And - oh, boy - will they cry ( oy, viiy did you die ) when we get buried.

Our will shall be read
We made it out with very much thought
And they will discover
We left them with nothing but no -ought.

And, boy, will they bawl
Weeping and all
When we get buried.

Wait and see
When we get buried
How sad they'll be
When we get buried.

O - ho - boy
When we are buried
And when the will's read
Tears in eyes - no surprise...